Rhys scrambled on his hands and knees, his head tilted back as he looked up at Kellen, his satiated yellow gaze warming to a golden hue in a heartbeat. Kellen smirked, gripping his cock, playing with the tip as Rhys watched on, his breath coming in pants.
He was trying to be quiet about it, but he was so obviously staring at Kellen's cock like a man starved that Kellen smirked.
"Someone made this cock hard, so someone has to take responsibility. You said you wanted this cock so far in your throat that you couldn't breathe?" Kellen asked and Rhys swallowed, his eyes going big.
"Oh yes sir. I would very much like that sir." Kellen chuckled.
